Simple word.

But it is like the sound of nature to the coalition forces of hundreds of tribes.

Millions of soldiers, who had already been frightened, retreated in unison, desperately trying to create a larger battlefield for this battle, for fear of being affected by any trace of energy.

The level of this battle is still too far away for these troops.

But, they are not stupid!

The oppression like a mountain and a prison, the energy that rages across the sky like a dream, are all expressing the true meaning of death!

"he got hurt!"

Chen Dong frowned and suddenly uttered a sentence.

Qin Ye, who had been stunned for a long time, suddenly shook his body.

But then he showed a helpless expression and sighed.

"Isn't it normal for a pair of Thirteen to get injured? The number one God of War in the world is still a human being after all. As a human being, he will get injured and bleed."

"But I think mortals can definitely compete with gods!"

Chen Dong swept away the gloom and said firmly: "That old immortal will never accept the Lord as his disciple because of his feelings for family and country. To be his only disciple, the Lord... there must be something that can catch his eye.

!He can’t be an ordinary person!”

at the same time.

Somewhere on the battlefield, there is blood and blood.

Master Kongkong, who was sitting cross-legged and chanting sutras, now looked extremely old, with white beard and white eyebrows. His face was drooping even more, and even his eyelids were drooping so much that they almost covered his eyes.

But at this moment, he exuded an indescribable and solemn sanctity.

Otherwise, the Buddha's light lingers in the mortal world.

He suddenly stopped chanting.

Slowly he opened his eyes just a slit.

Then, he looked in one direction.

"Namo Amitabha!"

He released his clasped hands, stood up shakily, and took a step towards the direction he was looking.
Chapter completed!